Chapter #5The next dance section by: Repetitio   Before the dance recital, Will approached Kim. “You’re so heavy. How am I supposed to lift you for the kiss scene?” he asked, half-joking.
“Am I really that heavy?” Kim replied, a hint of worry in her voice.
Sure, last week she’d indulged at the buffet, and her mom had spoiled her with Chicken Alfredo and dessert. Her uniform fabric felt tighter and more uncomfortable, but at 65 kg and 166 cm, she wasn’t overweight. Her BMI was 22.3. “I’ve had this uniform for months. Maybe I’ll grow to like 200 cm and be a great basketball player on the female team,” she thought.
“Oh my goodness, even my doctor said I’m fine,” she lied, hoping to reassure herself as much as Will.
Will tried to lift her. He puffed. It was heavy, but he managed. “Alright, maybe you aren’t that heavy after all."
“You should hit the gym and try to get stronger,” she joked.
***
The practice went better than last time. Kim’s movements were more confident, and her big butt swung as she danced, catching glances from her classmates. Her teacher was mightily impressed.
After practice, Will joined Kim, Karla, and Ty at the buffet. Practice had gone well, but they hadn't eaten all day long since lunch at 11:00, and now it was 17:00. The buffet area was warm and inviting, with soft lighting and cozy chairs that seemed to beckon them to stay seated. The TV in the corner played their favorite show, adding to the relaxed atmosphere.
Karla was surprised to see the only boy in class, Will, come along.
"Oh hi, Will, you're eating dinner with us? Nice, and also you managed to lift Kim today? Wasn't she too heavy and fat for you?" But Will seemed to have changed his mind. “I’m the problem. I need to head to the gym and get stronger. Maybe my dad can help me,” he said.
They paid for the buffet and went to get their food. Today, they had mashed potatoes with meatballs and lingon jam, a traditional Swedish meal. Kim felt so hungry and voracious that she grabbed two plates at once, and her friends did the same. Will just grabbed one. They grabbed a table near a TV that showed some American Football. There weren't that many people at the buffet.
Kim stuck her knife into the potatoes, scraping up a big piece on her fork and stuffing it into her mouth. Without waiting to finish chewing, she began loading meatballs onto her fork and firing them into her mouth. She dipped the meatballs in gravy and lingon jam, her cheeks bulging with each bite. Whenever Kim got tired, she sucked milkshake from a straw to help chew it all. The cold, sweet liquid provided a brief respite before she resumed her frenzied eating. Karla even grabbed a spoon to speed up fetching the mashed potatoes, dipping them in lingon jam and lots of gravy.
After a while, Kim’s belly started to strain. She groaned and asked Will if he could rub it, which he did, helping her process the vast quantity of food. Wills eyes sparkled. “Why are you eating so fast?”
“It tastes so good, and the faster I eat, the more I can eat before feeling full,” she replied while panting, being out of breath from all the food that pressed on her lungs. After all, they had paid $100 for the buffet, so they felt they had to make the most of it.
The teacher walked over to their table. “Just letting you guys know, your parents will arrive in the parking lot in 30 minutes,” she said. Ty was staring at her second plate. “I don’t know if I can finish this,” she groaned. She had lifted her shirt, and it was red. "Will wanna show my belly some love too?" she asked and he complied. Did he enjoy this?
Kim decided to help her out, bringing Ty’s plate over and stuffing her face with more food. Kim’s uniform strained as she downed the meatballs and mashed potatoes. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain as the fabric gave way with a loud pop. She winced in pain. Her cheeks went red. "Guys my uniform just broke" she said. In the cheerful atmosphere, they kinda just laughed it off.
She sucked more milkshake from her straw to try and relieve her groaning, overheated stomach with the colder milkshake. Kim felt drowsy from all the food, leaning into the couch, as the blood rushed down to her digestive system. "Thanks for finishing my meal, she said".
They winked at each other as they went home, and Kim’s dad came to drive her home.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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